This video has absolutely nothing to do with entrepreneurship, business, self-improvement or natural hair–but it’s hilarious, so I have no choice but to share it with those of you who have yet to view it.

Last Thursday, Sean’s cousin Christopher took the train down to the city to come hang out with us. After we gorged ourselves on pizza and American Idol, we took to the kitchen to play some Scrabble, and some pretty hysterical (and normal, for my life) events occurred.

My friend Sara summed it up PERFECTLY: “I feel like this video represents all of the things “they” label “us” of the millenial (aka Generation Y) generation- short attention-spanned, media-influenced, well-educated, highly connected, socialized, liberal, pizza eating alcoholics. ;)

And it’s true.

Chris edited some of the funniest content from over 60 minutes of video footage into one entertaining 8-minute video, and he did a great job. It even included some Lady Gaga at the end, and proof of why we should report our next-door neighbor to DCFS. Enjoy.

Tuesday March 9, 2010 01:15

It’s fun to stay at the YMCA.

“The class is called ‘Exer-ball.’ It can’t be too difficult,” I reasoned as I finished my small cup of coffee. “We’ll probably be doing some nice stretches on the balls and working on like, core strength and stuff.” It was 6:15 a.m. and I was in the locker room of my local YMCA with Sarah, my good friend and (one of many!) workout partner.

“Yeah, it’s too early to be doing that crazy hectic stuff,” she responded as she shoved her thick black winter coat in her locker and secured it.

But wait–did you read the first paragraph? I was having a real-life conversation, awake and sober, in a place OTHER THAN MY BED, at 6:15 IN THE MORNING. For someone who didn’t (and still doesn’t) like mornings, for me to leave my house before the sun rose was serious.

Rauner YMCA

We walked down the long hallway leading up to the dance room where all the classes are held. As we approached the room, we heard hectic, Jersey Shore-esque Beat Up The Beat music, and saw what looked to be a woman on a mix of speed and cocaine dancing her ass off, doing these crazy kicks, spins, and hip thrusts.

“Whaaaaat.” We looked at each other. Scared out of our minds.

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Wednesday March 3, 2010 16:02

Showers, TATS, and getting what you want.

“Let’s all go around and share our favorite features of one another,” someone in the car said. I don’t remember who said it or where it came from, but it worked for the four of us girls during our mini road trip. So we did.

“I like your lips. They’re so full and well-shaped and just so pretty.”

“You have really great legs. They’re very well-toned and hot.”

“Abs.”

“I know this is cliche, but I LOVE your rack.”

“You have a great ass. I wish my ass would do what your ass does.”

“Your smile is gorgeous. Perfect shape. It brightens your face.”

“Dark, silky, full hair. Stunning.”

“I love your eyes. They’re really a window to your soul, and you have such a beautiful one.”

How many girls do this on a regular occasion?

This past weekend, I traveled with my best friend Allie to Ohio for her second wedding shower, along with Ashley and Maria, two other girls in the bridal party. Allie’s fiance Tommy’s family threw her a gorgeous second wedding shower in Perrysburg, OH, and we girls were all very thankful to have the opportunity to travel with her to experience the love extending from that side of the family. Our friend Ursula, who is also a wedding attendant, drove out from Wheaton to meet us, which was amazing.

We departed at 6:30 a.m. and made great time (it took approximately 4.5 hours, not counting the brief rest stops). It went quite fast because we were laughing a lot…and because Ashley being kind enough to read to us. She taught us about lupus, and made us laugh about “moose ears.” The food was exquisite (and mostly vegetarian), the decor was astounding, and the little girls in dresses with flower-adorned hair melted my heart.

On the drive back, someone suggested we discuss all the things we admire about one another, which turned out to be quite therapeutic given the hectic circumstances of the day. In addition to complimenting each others’ physical features, we also shared stories about the best days of our lives, our first hookups with boys, and self-improvement aspirations.

It was a total bonding moment; one I didn’t expect to happen as we crossed state lines in the good ol’ Midwest.

Then, Allie suggested a new topic: “Let’s all share three things we each love about Tommy.”

The responses: He’s so funny, he worships the ground Allie walks on, he’s hard-working, he’s good to your friends, he’s talented and creative…

When we were done, Allie called Tommy and said, “We just listed all the things we like about you. Now you have to tell US the things you like about all of us in the car.” He asked her if he could call us back in five minutes.

Twenty minutes later, the phone rang. “Okay,” Tommy said (on speakerphone). “We’ll start with Ashley. Just because I’m a guy…we’re gonna go with the TATS.”

We all paused. And then died laughing. “Tommy!” Allie laughed. “We were talking about personality traits and characteristics!”

“Whaaat?! Oh, I saw Charlotte’s Facebook status and it said you were talking about body parts!” I had updated my status via my Blackberry, so it was a legitimate assumption for him to make. “Whatever. We’re just doing the physical. Nobody cares about the other stuff,” Tommy insisted.

He continued to say that Maria had a three-way tie with her boobs, smile and hair. Then it was my turn. “For Charlotte, there’s really only one way to describe her best feature…and that’s through song.”

We all held our breaths and I tried not to snort in anticipation because I was already laughing.

“Me-me-me-me-meeeee…” Tommy warmed up his vocals. “Ahem. BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY ALL AROUND! BOOTYBOOTYBOOTYBOOTYBOOTY ALL AROUND!”

We died again.

*****

After that settled down, we girls continued with our circle of compliments. One of the last topics was the most astounding to me.

“So, let’s talk about what we would improve in ourselves,” a girl (again, I don’t recall who) suggested.

I started. It was easy. “I would love it if I were more disciplined and diligent,” I explained to the girls. “I love what I do, and I know what I have to do, but sometimes it’s a bit difficult to stay focused and feel like I’m actualizing my potential. I love writing, but sometimes it’s the hardest thing in the world for me, which is, like, totally fucked up.”

Real talk.

Maria and Ashley shared their visions, and finally it was Allie’s turn.

“Hmm…” she said. There was a bit of a pause. I could sense her struggle to come up with something, anything, that she could improve about herself or her life.

Personally, I know that there is nothing “wrong” with Allie. She’s one of those people who does everything right. From the first day I met her, she’s always been that way, and that is something I have genuinely aspired to be.

“Um…I really don’t know,” Allie told us. “Maybe I’ll think about it and get back to you.”

There isn’t anything. Anyone who reads this and is remotely familiar with Allie knows that there is nothing. And it’s not to say that she has the type of life where everything is perfect and there is no need for improvement…but it kind of is. This is honestly because if Allie wants to do something, she does it. No bones about it. No qualms, hesitations, self-doubts, worries, fears, mental blocks. She makes the decision and does it, whether it’s starting new business endeavors, raising her credit score and eliminating debt, planning a beautiful wedding that encapsulates her and Tommy’s personalities, or helping her friends and family.

Allie is amazing. She’s a businesswoman who owns a successful modeling agency. She’s engaged to the love of her life, who just so happens to be the only person she’s seriously dated (HOW did she find him RIGHT off the bat?!). She’s vegetarian. She’s earning multiple certificates of professional accreditation in nutrition sciences and the likes. She travels across the country for work pretty much every month. She works out religiously, has a bangin’ body, and THE BIGGEST HEART OF ANYONE I’VE EVER KNOWN.

Allie is one of those people who reaches the highest tier of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.

When you check out most charts of the Hierarchy of Needs, the highest tier is often listed as self-actualization. However, I like this particular chart because it takes it a step further, and has “transcendence” at the top.

And if “transcendence” is truly “helping others to self-actualize,” Allie is RIGHT THERE.

We don’t all reach that point. But it is something for which we should all strive.

And that is something that inspires me to the core.

On the drive back, I was thinking to myself about friendships and the complex relationships that we all have with other human beings. I must say that it was a really nice thing to be in a car full of women whom I’d not normally hang out with, and to enjoy myself so much.

I would like to think that I am quite complimentary to my friends, acquaintances, and even strangers. I try to acknowledge my friends’ strengths, compliment acquaintances, and have a tendency let a stranger know something that I like about them (oftentimes it’s a cute bag/pair of shoes/haircut/etc).

But as far as being in a state of complete peace with yourself?

That is priceless.

And this is not to say that Allie doesn’t have goals or aspirations. She does, but every day she implements something toward accomplishing what she wants and needs for her personal happiness. It’s not about being content or complacent. It’s about being your own advocate; consciously acting in your best interests for whatever it is you want to do with your life.

What a beautiful thing.

Are you where you want to be in your life? What sorts of things hinder you from being who and what you want to be? What do you do each day to work toward your goals?  Discuss.

“I’m done pretending that I will ever work in the corporate world again,” my designer/stylist friend Sarah Church said as she showed me her fresh wrist tattoo. The puffy red heart was about the size of a nickel, and would hardly be an issue for an office workplace since a watch or bracelet could easily cover it.

But the sentiment she expressed was one of conviction, regardless of whether she had a “visible” tattoo or not: working for big, stuffy corporations sucks, and doing your own thing can be much more personally rewarding for someone who is of the artistic persuasion.

And I agree.

I’ve decided to add a new category to mizChartreuse — Entrepreneur of the Week. I will contact at least one independent business owner and interview and write a weekly story about them. This way, I’m surrounding myself with people who do what I’m trying to do, and I can use my platforms as a writer, for what they’re worth, to help business owners. It’s a win-win situation.

In addition, the tone of this blog will become more career-oriented. There will obviously still be anecdotes and stories and photos of my fierce flawless fabulous life, but the overall focus will be on entrepreneurship and how to live your best life.

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Yesterday was quite the busy day for me. Before I went to Sarah’s studio in Pilsen for coffee and cigarettes, I met with and interviewed the lovely Zoe Damacela, another fashion designer who also runs her business out of her home in the near West Loop.

Curly Girls: Writer Charlotte Mutesha with designer Zoe Damacela

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Wednesday January 27, 2010 20:35

Oprah and the Peas made the best day of my life.

While perusing the crazy stuff I’ve written about over the years (thanks to my great new Wordpress plugin which generates related posts at the end of each entry), I re-stumbled upon the blog from the two days I spent learning and teaching the dance for Oprah’s 24th Season Kickoff Party back in September.

I finally found a great, high-quality video of the actual Oprah taping, and watching this video truly MAKES MY LIFE. For those of you who didn’t read about/see it before, I was part of the group of dancers who were enlisted to learn a flash mob performance for the start of the season. Last summer, I was obsessed (like, it was sickening and unhealthy) with the Black Eyed Peas’ latest record, The E.N.D., and when I received the offer to be an “official” dancer, I was OMGFAVORITEBANDFAVORITEQUEENOFMEDIADANCINGDROOL all over the place, and had to do it.

And this was the result. Even if you’ve already seen it, WATCH IT AGAIN IN HD.

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